As Reece was putting Lola to bed last night, I went in to kiss her before heading upstairs for my routine bowl of cereal.
I also gave my husband a quick smooch, which resulted in the following conversation:
"Daddy, don't kiss my mommy. She's MY best friend."
"Lola, I can kiss her. She's my wife."
"No dad. She's MY wife."
Come to think of it, I do feed her, pick her socks up off the floor and do her laundry...
Yep, sounds pretty wifely to me.